Sniffing at a Leaky Valve

Headlong into the next emotion
Water under the bridge
Reverse engineering a suicide note
Where did it all come from?
The paramour of recognition
The tissues on the bathroom floor
The dripping paint on the window sill
The alligator’s rapid gait

So hard to conceive the un-conceited
What has not been thought is not
The reasoning ratcheted up to a solo
In center field without a basket

I never understood electricity
Magnetism was my ‘fault’
Everything fell into the darkness
The writing was on the wall –
Illegible, from another tongue,
Meant for another audience
The kind king is dead – a sacrifice to illusion

The worm is in the oyster
The pearl is on the floor
Tribunals reach conclusions –
Not thought processes –
And we are all judged by our words

I hear the old music in an old brain
On a street corner strutting out of rain
I cannot make the pattern yours
Cannot live on yearning

I type all my emotions in sequence
So’s to not lose sight of where I’ve been
Only to find a fiction
In the memories echoed there

go back to your sex dreams
if you can,
since they at least made you feel better
about yourself

silent, human
in the elliptical reign

Only to find a fiction
In the memories echoed there

You're the best Pete!

Thanks, AngelsFear, for focusing in on those lines.

Peter

Peter, I hope the pessimism you've expressed in the last few poems posted here are not an indication of some unpleasantness you're experiencing currently.

A good read, despite the gloomy tone.


Les

I'm glad you read carefully, les, though I'm not happy with my recent doom and gloom.